Signed To The Mafia King - Chapter 13: Chapter 13

ALINA
I shuddered.
I'd never had my lips savaged like that.
Luca lifted me into his arms like I was a doll, folding my legs around his waist. His hands cupped my ass, pushing his hardness right into the space between my legs.
I moaned when he climbed onto the bed and laid me down carefully.
His eyes were full of hunger when they ran over my body. “Damn it, Alina. You're too beautiful for your own good.”
He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, dropping it on the floor. I bit my lip, watching greedily as he stepped out of his pants too. His shorts was left hugging his thighs just right.
He looked like an Adonis. A handsome Greek god.
“Have you had your fill?” He murmured nastily.
He had been watching me stare at him. I looked into his eyes. “I don't think I ever could. You look damned near perfect.”
He climbed onto the bed and turned me onto my stomach. I felt his fingers around my waist, so large they almost encircled me completely.
He untied the belt of my dress, dragging it off roughly. My skin heated wherever his fingers brushed against it.
He pulled the dress off my shoulders from behind and my breath hitched, becoming rougher the more my skin was exposed to the warm air.
When he threw the dress behind me and bent to exhale against my neck, he pressed his cock against my ass. I lifted my stomach off the bed, trying to get as close to him as I could.
I moaned at the solid weight of him pressing against me, the heat of his body sinking into mine.
His lips dragged along my shoulder, slow and gentle, his breath hot against my skin.
Luca’s hands brushed up my sides, fingers stroking my ribs before sliding under my chest to cup my breasts.
A gasp left my lips as he held them, his thumbs pinching over my nipples. My back arched, pressing me harder into his touch.
“You’re so fucking soft,” he breathed, his voice dark with hunger. “I could touch you forever.”
I turned my head, searching for his lips. He took my mouth in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing past my lips to claim me completely.
His taste was intoxicating; smoky, masculine, and utterly Luca.
He rolled me onto my back, lying between my thighs. His body was hard, pushing me into the mattress as he kissed me deeper.
I knew where he was headed, and I felt nervous, trembling as I considered telling him about my virginity again.
I had no idea why I was hesitant about it. Maybe it was because he wouldn't be expecting a thing like that. Or maybe he was expecting that.
I didn't know Luca enough to decide.
I could feel every inch of him, his muscles flexing under my fingertips as I ran them up his arms, his back, the hard shape of his shoulders.
Luca’s hands moved lower, skimming down my stomach, tightening around my hips. His fingers pressed into my skin like he was trying to imprint himself on me.
I gasped as he dragged his mouth down my throat, his teeth biting the soft skin. He reached my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
I moaned, a strangled sound that barely made it past my lips as he rubbed his tongue over the taut bud, his free hand rolling my other nipple between his fingers.
Oh he was good in bed. He was almost expert in the way he strummed and touched my body, lighting my stomach on fire.
My body felt like it was burning, throbbing with an ache I had never felt before. Luca was kissing, biting, worshipping every inch of me like he was starved.
His hand went between my legs, his fingers stroking the lace of my pants. I arched against his hand, begging for more.
“Luca,” I gasped, my fingers pushing into his hair, pulling hard.
He growled in response, his hips grinding against me. I could feel the hard length of him pressing against me, only a few thin layers of clothes keeping us apart.
He hooked his fingers into my panties, dragging them down my legs. My pulse pounded as I laid completely naked under him.
This was the right time to tell him. I knew sex would be painful the first time, what if he tried going all the way at once this first time?
Luca lifted his head, his eyes dark with fire as they swept over me. “Fuck, Alina,” he rasped. “You have no idea how bad I want you.”
I reached for him, pulling him down so our bodies were completely together. His skin against mine pushed the thoughts away.
My lips found his again, desperate, needy.
His fingers dropped between my legs, sliding through my slick heat. My body jerked at the pleasure he was giving me, my breath catching in my throat.
Luca’s fingers circled my clit teasing. I tensed, nerves tingling inside me.
He lifted his head, eyes locking onto mine. “Relax, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my jaw.
I forced myself to breathe as his finger pressed into me, slow and careful. But before he could push further, I gasped, my hands tightening around his shoulders.
“Luca…” My voice trembled. “I’ve never…”
He lifted his head, waiting for me to complete my words.
I swallowed hard, my fingers shaking against his skin. “I’ve never had sex,” I admitted.
Luca didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. Seconds passed between us, thick with something I couldn’t quite understand.
Then, without a word, he pulled his finger from inside me.
I barely had time to process it before he rolled off me, sitting up at the edge of the bed. He reached for his pants, pulling them on in a single move.
My stomach twisted. “Luca?”
He didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at me, but I caught how his jaw clenched in frustration.
Without another word, he stood and left the room.